User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20110902211218

The cart begins speeding towards the woods where Wroc Caw's army lie. Raznare, floppy feathered hat in his pawhook, his sabre in his single paw, laughs at the bedraggled feathered foe. "Come and fight, my amigos! Ay ay!"